Page 39 of Degrees of Acceptance
“Katarina, your thighs are shaking which tells me you are about to cum,” he says, slowing and alternating the rhythm of his finger. I push back against him as he does.
“Still, Baby, let me guide it in and out of you, Baby.”
“Stop, Honey, I can’t take anymore,” I moan as he explores deeper.
He pauses, slowing his rhythm in both areas. “Baby, tell me if you really want me to stop.”
“God, please don’t, I’m so close.”
“I want to feel you cum for me, Baby,” he says, resuming his rhythm and increasing his depth sliding its length inside of me, over and over as I build. I am helpless to the overpowering dam that breaks, leaving me trembling in its wake.
“That was so good,” I moan incoherently.
“I was going to make you wait a little longer, but I know how much that frustrates you. We have all the time in the world for me to teach you about delayed gratification,” he says, releasing my bracelets.
“Mmm,” I murmur, stretching my arms and body.
“Baby, soon you’ll be ready for me to bury my cock in your tight little ass, but not tonight. I want you to cum again, this time with me,” he says, lifting my hips and impaling me with his rigid cock.
“Oh, God Chase. It’s so deep this way,” I say, pushing back against him.
“That’s right, Baby. Push back and feel me deep inside of you,” he instructs.
As I do, he takes me by the hips, pulling me toward him as he enters me, slow at first, all the way in and all the way out, teasing me. I push back against him impatient to have him deeper and am rewarded with a hard slap to the ass.
“Patience and anticipation, Baby,” he says, guiding our rhythm, steadily increasing speed and depth. I feel myself building and tightening around him as he drives into me. My breathing is ragged as he gains momentum, repeatedly pushing against that special spot deep inside of me. All of a sudden the release is so near I can feel it.
“Honey,” I moan.
He pulls me back, fast and intense against his chiseled frame, relentless, until I tremble around him and he climaxes with me, hard, shuddering deep inside of me. I collapse into the bed and he lies heavily on top of me, pushing my hair out of the way to kiss my neck.
“We’re definitely going to have to do something about you holding still and telling me to
stop,” he says.
I wake to the alarm on my phone and reach over to hit the snooze, trying to orient, groggy from the night before. I’m grateful for the Tylenol and water he gave me before I went to sleep or I’m sure I would feel much worse recalling Chase’s warning about too many drinks on an empty stomach. As it is, my mouth feels like I swallowed cotton balls. I tap snooze on my phone thinking about last night, his mouth and tongue on me; how hot he made me before he flipped me over. The feel of the warm lubricant drizzling over my ass and the way he rubbed me before inserting his fingers into me. The progression from his fingers to the toy, stretching me while bringing me to orgasm. Remembering his promise, “Baby, soon you’ll be ready for me to bury my cock in your tight little ass,” before he made love to me. I am moist and aroused just thinking about last night. I get out of bed reluctantly and go in search of Chase.
Gaby has an excellent breakfast laid out of fruit, yogurt, and an egg bake. I take a seat at the breakfast bar and pour a cup of coffee, listening to Mom and Chase talk. I serve myself a generous helping of fruit and yogurt and Gaby smiles as she pulls an egg dish out of the microwave.
“I tried a little recipe with Egg Beaters for you. Your mom told me eggs aren’t your favorite,” she says.
“Gaby, that was so sweet of you. I hate that you went to the extra trouble, but thank you. This is absolutely delicious,” I say, taking a small serving of the dish and trying a bite.
Chase sits beside me and puts his arm around my shoulders. “How are you feeling, Baby?” he whispers so only I can hear him. “A little tired and glad I took the Tylenol,” I admit.
“Good. Jay’s working to get the helicopter set. It should be ready shortly. Do you have everything you need already packed?” he asks.
“Almost, I just have to grab my laptop and makeup. Otherwise, I’m all set. I should purchase more makeup to keep in my travel bag,” I say.
“We can have someone pick that up for you,” he says.
“Actually, I was thinking of asking Jenny to go shopping, and I may even get a makeover. You know, a little haircut, new makeup,” I say, as I finish my breakfast.
“There’s nothing to makeover, Baby; you’re absolutely perfect,” he says, his dark eyes holding mine.
“I’ll talk to her about it a little later. She loves to shop, and I do need a few skirts and a pair of boots,” I say.
“I think you might want to add some lingerie to that list, too,” he says so only I can hear.
